One Day, I Learned A Little Something
I’ve been called a lot of different things, in my life. So long as I don’t get called late for dinner, right?
But one time, I was working a night shift factory job to make ends meet. This was just before we moved to Montreal, so it’d be sometime in the summer of 1998.
Just through talking to people on the lines, music was always a great equalizer. Isn’t it always. I learned from many of them, about what was popular amongst the groups here, and what was not. And they learned from me surely, too, because once you get me started talking about music… I even got into trading tunes with a few of them. It was fun. I remember two guys who used to go out to the parking lot every single breaktime, sit in their car and smoke, and blast Metallica as loud as they could. Every single break time. I’d like to believe it was just cigarettes they were smoking, but with those two I wouldn’t swear to that always being the case. No matter, they were harmless, and they worked hard.
Anyway, one evening in the common room, we were standing around talking before heading out to the floor for work, and one of the young ladies burst through the door, full of excitement. She’d taken the night previous off, no one thought much about it. Maybe she was sick. But no, she’d had an experience.
She told us all, repeatedly, that she’d been to the “concert of her life,” that she’d “never see another show as great as the one she’d been to last night.” Those were pretty big claims. So I asked her who it was that she’d been to see. After all, that sort of experience doesn’t happen often, does it? She looked straight at me and said “Shania Twain.”
Looking back at it now, I wouldn’t have responded how I did. Not even close. I’d be more respectful now. But back then, I couldn’t hold it in. I burst out laughing. Hard. The thought of that being the best concert she was ever gonna see, in the wide array of every band she could possibly ever see, in the whole world of music out there, floored me. Again, these days I just wouldn’t have done it.
She got mad with me, of course, and called me a Music Snob. And she was right, on that one. I felt bad, and counted this is a growing lesson for me. Everyone likes different things. And even though I haven’t got any time for Shania at all, that girl did like her, and I hurt her feelings.
I did apologize, but I don’t think she believed me.
Don’t you wish you could go back and give your past self a smack in the face for being a dumb-ass, sometimes?